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feministcaptainkirk:

thehistoryoftheladder:

underhuntressmoon:

catbountry:

hugmemoar:

yiffmaster:

singlepatriotsinyourarea:

this is the real first page of a real book by a real Fox News host

this is like a conservative person’s stereotype of a liberal stereotype of a conservative person

Well quack quack quack baby
Goddamn

Mallard Fillmore is real and he is coming for us.

OBAMA IS COMIN FOR OUR SWEET TAY

Miley Cyrus is also southern.

And a homophobe too.

I decided to play “What time period did this person grow up in?”  Let’s say that “growing up” means stuff happening when you’re around 5-20 years old, to round by decade and also likelihood of remembering stuff.  So for something to have happened after this person “grew up” it would have to happen after they were 20.
Blackberry was a pie.  Okay, so that’s before 1999, this person is at least 35.
Dirty dancing means the barn wasn’t cleared out for square dancing.  The movie Dirty Dancing is set in the summer of 1963, which was 51 years ago.  So now this person is 71.  Of course, that’s assuming that actual dirty dancing coincides with the movie Dirty Dancing, because if any of you have seen the movie Grease, I think that we could call some of that stuff dirty pretty easily, and that’s set in 1958, so now this person is 76.  So, 70’s, at least.  Although Elvis Presley’s musical debut was in 1954, putting this person at 80 (I am assuming this person is white, because “Fox News host” and therefore would know about Elvis but not anyone who preceded him.)
Spam has been around since 1937, so the upper limit for this is to say this person was five when Spam came out, making them 84 now.
So I’m putting my money (I am not betting any real money) on this person being around 80 years old!  Let’s see if I’m right!
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Okay I actually really thought at least it would be a Baby Boomer but this guy was born in 1967.  That’s four whole years after Dirty Dancing was set, and he would have been 20 when the movie came out!  Holy shit dude the Stonewall Riots happened when you were two, shut your fucking face about rainbows.  I’m no expert on the gay rights movement but I’m PRETTY SURE it was becoming a big deal by at least the 80s, when you were a TEENAGER.

feministcaptainkirk:

thehistoryoftheladder:

underhuntressmoon:

catbountry:

hugmemoar:

yiffmaster:

singlepatriotsinyourarea:

this is the real first page of a real book by a real Fox News host

this is like a conservative person’s stereotype of a liberal stereotype of a conservative person

Well quack quack quack baby

Goddamn

Mallard Fillmore is real and he is coming for us.

OBAMA IS COMIN FOR OUR SWEET TAY

Miley Cyrus is also southern.

And a homophobe too.

I decided to play “What time period did this person grow up in?”  Let’s say that “growing up” means stuff happening when you’re around 5-20 years old, to round by decade and also likelihood of remembering stuff.  So for something to have happened after this person “grew up” it would have to happen after they were 20.

Blackberry was a pie.  Okay, so that’s before 1999, this person is at least 35.

Dirty dancing means the barn wasn’t cleared out for square dancing.  The movie Dirty Dancing is set in the summer of 1963, which was 51 years ago.  So now this person is 71.  Of course, that’s assuming that actual dirty dancing coincides with the movie Dirty Dancing, because if any of you have seen the movie Grease, I think that we could call some of that stuff dirty pretty easily, and that’s set in 1958, so now this person is 76.  So, 70’s, at least.  Although Elvis Presley’s musical debut was in 1954, putting this person at 80 (I am assuming this person is white, because “Fox News host” and therefore would know about Elvis but not anyone who preceded him.)

Spam has been around since 1937, so the upper limit for this is to say this person was five when Spam came out, making them 84 now.

So I’m putting my money (I am not betting any real money) on this person being around 80 years old!  Let’s see if I’m right!

Okay I actually really thought at least it would be a Baby Boomer but this guy was born in 1967.  That’s four whole years after Dirty Dancing was set, and he would have been 20 when the movie came out!  Holy shit dude the Stonewall Riots happened when you were two, shut your fucking face about rainbows.  I’m no expert on the gay rights movement but I’m PRETTY SURE it was becoming a big deal by at least the 80s, when you were a TEENAGER.

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fagflow:

vonborowsky:

yellowmodelchiiick:

A tiger mother lost her cubs from premature labour. Shortly after she became depressed and her health declined, and she was diagnosed with depression. So they wrapped up piglets in tiger cloth, and gave them to the tiger. The tiger now loves these pigs and treats them like her babies.

I HAD TO… i felt forced.

Oh god that is so beautiful

Youre just a pig inside a tiger body.. Squeaalahhh squealaahh

*high pitched screaming*

(Source: toptumbles, via feministcaptainkirk)

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okcreepsters:

Can I just rant for a moment about how many messages like these I get? I was not pu here on this Earth to be your last joy ride (pun intended) before you ship off. My profile clearly states I’m into casual sex without deadlines or pity plays. Idk, it just bothers the hell out of me when they mention leaving soon/military service. Is that supposed to make me feel like it’s my civic duty to fuck you?

K: I would have replied “I’m pretty sure our constitution gives me the right to not quarter soldiers.”

dohohoho rebleb for awesome US constitution burn!

Don’t often see the third amendment brought up.

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face-down-asgard-up:

hil-arrr-y:

Venessa Marco was at a bodega when the man behind the counter asked her if she could deep throat. He said, “You look like the kind of girl who can swallow.”

Refusing to shrink from the question, as degrading and presumptuous as it was, Marco responded in the best way possible — and she’s captured it all in a stirring spoken word poem entitled “Patriarchy.”

“In an attempt to respond, I thought — ‘irrational of me, to be both woman and hungry; to confuse myself with the kind of person who has rights. To be woman and house a body is to break all the floors,” Marco says, her voice rising. [source]

Just rewatched it. Still so good.

You gotta WATCH THIS.

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Anonymous said: talk to me about boromir

notbecauseofvictories:

Ten Things About Boromir the Bold That Never Made It Into the Red Book of Westmarch

I. His strongest memory of his mother was the smell of the sea she carried in her hair; how dark and tall she stood, looking towards an east Boromir would ever only long for in her honor.

II. Boromir did not ever doubt that he was loved. He was the first son of Gondor, swaddled in a walled citadel and rocked in Pelennor’s arms. He did not question why his father’s love was like stone, nor why his brother looked to him like he was the highest point of the ramparts. They were a city, and how else was a city to love?

III. For Boromir’s fourteenth year, the master of hounds promised him a pup of his own—One of Huan’s own line, the man swore, As befits a prince. What Boromir received, however, was the runt of that spring’s litter, a wheezing, stumbling thing that Boromir stubbornly nursed with a cheesecloth dipped in milk, then fed meat from his own plate.

Bellas, he called her, and ignored any who dared laugh.

Bellas never grew taller than Boromir’s knees, but she was strong and stubborn and loyal—for three years, Boromir went nowhere without her shadow at his heels. Bellas slept at the end of his bed; waited patiently during Boromir’s lessons; loped after his horse when he went riding.

Boromir was seventeen when Bellas was killed, her neck broken by an orc who had stumbled into their hunting party. She had put herself between her young master and the interloper, and afterwards, Boromir had carried her in his arms all the way back to Minas Tirith.

He buried her beneath a sapling tree on the slope of Mindolliun, and wept where no one could see him.

IV. Faramir looked east, and dreamt of great waves. Boromir watched him, heart heavy in his chest.

V. He had been in love with—well. He never said.

VI. Boromir was ill at ease in Elrond’s house, feeling too rough with travel, and heavy—all of Gondor on his shoulders, the knowledge that Faramir’s fine speech and strange visions might have meant something here, where Boromir, Protector of the City, did not. But he burned when they dismissed Gondor, his fingernails biting into his palms when the strength of Men was so questioned. (He had not seen any Elves come to Osgiliath’s defense, nor heard of any wizard-craft that kept the Corsairs from their brazen pillaging of Langstrand and Belfalas. What had these mighty peoples done to battle back the Shadow in the East except sit in their cool green palaces and speak in riddles?)

VII. He liked the Hobbits best, even after. They reminded him most of his own men, with their stubbornness and light-hearted complaints, their love of food and pipe-smoke and story. Three of them had left behind the whole of their world, to walk into darkness beside just one, and—yes, Boromir could respect such brotherhood.

VIII. (Aragorn remembered when Boromir was only a child, rosy-cheeked and happy to leave his mother’s side, to follow Thorongil around the citadel burbling in some tongue only Denethor and Finduilas could decipher. It was strange to meet the man that child became, to stand at a height with him, to wield a sword at his side, to listen to him speak of peace for Minas Tirith like other men spoke of lovers.

It made Aragorn feel very old, an ache deep in his bones that had not been there before. Careful, he wanted to caution the man, as he had once cautioned the child. Reach too high and you will fall.)

IX. One rainy night, when Boromir was keeping watch over the sleeping Fellowship, he sketched it out in his mind—the streets he would lead Aragorn through, the hidden corners of the palace he would show to Merry and Pippin, the great gates of the city whose craftsmanship he might justly boast of to Gimli. How Minas Tirith, that shining city, would chase the sorrow from the Fellowship’s faces, might shield them, might give them rest.

The rain dripped down his neck, cold, but he was gone to Minas Tirith—This is my home, he imagined himself saying to his companions, his brothers. This is home, may you always be welcome.

X. His last thought was of Faramir.

(Brother, little brother, I—)

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manpics:

Roman Gladiator Jeff Seid by Luis Rafael Photography

Jeff Seid by Luis Rafael (2012)

UM.

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feredir:

well here’s Hannibal as Achilles! and i tossed in Patroclus!Will again to make it a set ; v ; /weeps

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makisekurisus said: the best example I've heard against losers who use "not all men": "When you go to the pool and the lifeguard tells everyone to stop running, if you weren't running in the first place, you can safely assume that they weren't talking to you anyway. It's not necessary to call attention to the fact that you weren't running."

misandry-mermaid:

gathererofclouds:

This is in fact an absurd example. One can assume safely that the pool-goers not protesting are not near the runners in question and that the lifeguard’s attention is focused when the whistle is blown and the command uttered.

The accusation against men who say “not me” are responding to blanket statements of “men are jerks because they do ‘x’ ” which seems to include all men in its circumference of guilt. What should be said is “men who do ‘x’ are jerks,” which narrows the circle down to a narrow spotlight on those who perform the guilty action (running by the pool in this case).

If you’re tired of dealing with “not me” statements, consider the language you’re using— it may have more to do with the reasons why there are protests than you think.

Oh look, a guy with a porn blog is here to mansplain us silly ladies about how “not all men.”  Thanks for the tone-policing, broseph.

Okay so I grew up in a tourist town and the town’s economy heavily depends upon tourism, okay?  And I’ve worked jobs in that town (because duh it’s my hometown) that required me to deal with said tourists.

Well.

Tourists don’t read signs.  Tourists maybe do read signs, but somehow think they don’t apply to them.  Like the guy who came in the exit “because the entrance was closed” THAT IS BECAUSE WE ARE NOT OPEN YET (hours clearly posted, it was 6:30 AM, omfg).  Tourists are legend for asking questions like “at what altitude do deer turn into elk?” and “where are the mountains?” and so forth (hi it’s a small mountain town).  Also, they don’t know how to drive.  They don’t follow speed limits because they’re too busy ogling the mountains or doing whatever.

I’ve had tourists walk out into the middle of the street in front of me, while I’m driving a car, without looking, to take pictures.

Fucking tourists, man.  They’re a fucking nightmare.

OH BUT WAIT IT’S NOT ALL TOURISTS.  I am just venting and telling stories about the worst and most inconsiderate ones!  I mean the good tourists, I don’t even really notice because they are fine and behave like reasonable people!  But anyone from a tourist town knows EXACTLY what I am talking about when I start to complain about tourists.

It’s the same damn thing.  If you’re not one of THOSE tourists, then you’re not who we’re complaining about.  Although let’s be real anyone who’s been a tourist has probably done something foolish because you’re unfamiliar with the territory, and wow this analogy is really apt because the same thing goes for men too!  It’s like when you’re unaware of something, say, patriarchal privilege or local customs, you are probably going to make mistakes sometimes that annoy, say, underprivileged people or locals!

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.  Learn where your privilege-unawareness is and become aware.

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jtotheizzoe:

Coming to YouTube on August 19th! 
Frankenstein M.D. is a modern re-telling of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (did you know it was the first sci-fi book?), from Pemberley Digital, the same people who brought you The Lizzie Bennett Diaries and Emma Approved, and PBS Digital Studios. The story centers around Victoria Frankenstein (rather than “Victor” from the book), an eccentric and driven MD/PhD student who wants to prove herself in the traditionally male-dominated field of medical research. Basically, this is what we would get if Mary Shelley created a YouTube science show :)
I’m also happy to announce that I’m lending my PhD chops and serving as science consultant for the series, which is SO FUN!!! I’m working hard to make sure the science you’ll see in the series is the real thing. At least in theory. I mean, we can’t really bring frightening creatures back from the dead. Yet.
Check out the full details on the series, the cast, and the premiere here. And, just like the worlds of Lizzie Bennet and Emma Woodhouse, the Frankenstein universe will be bigger than just the videos. Here’s a few links so you can start following the characters:
Victoria on Twitter, Victoria on Tumblr
Iggy DeLacey on Twitter, Iggy on Tumblr

We’ll be watching! 

OH SHIT

smartgirlsattheparty:

jtotheizzoe:

Coming to YouTube on August 19th! 

Frankenstein M.D. is a modern re-telling of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (did you know it was the first sci-fi book?), from Pemberley Digital, the same people who brought you The Lizzie Bennett Diaries and Emma Approved, and PBS Digital Studios. The story centers around Victoria Frankenstein (rather than “Victor” from the book), an eccentric and driven MD/PhD student who wants to prove herself in the traditionally male-dominated field of medical research. Basically, this is what we would get if Mary Shelley created a YouTube science show :)

I’m also happy to announce that I’m lending my PhD chops and serving as science consultant for the series, which is SO FUN!!! I’m working hard to make sure the science you’ll see in the series is the real thing. At least in theory. I mean, we can’t really bring frightening creatures back from the dead. Yet.

Check out the full details on the series, the cast, and the premiere here. And, just like the worlds of Lizzie Bennet and Emma Woodhouse, the Frankenstein universe will be bigger than just the videos. Here’s a few links so you can start following the characters:

We’ll be watching!

OH SHIT

(via feministcaptainkirk)